Miss Baxter’s Girls: Chef Margo
By Davina Lee
I’m standing at the head of a long table with at least a dozen girls seated around it, maybe more. Most are my age—a few older and a few younger. They’re all smiling and applauding politely as Miss Baxter thanks me for the wonderful meal I’ve prepared for her birthday. I smile in return and direct some of the congratulations to the girls who volunteered to serve as wait staff and clean-up crew, leaving me free to concentrate on other things this evening.
Anise rises from her seat and comes over to stand beside me. She doesn’t say anything, but she brushes against my arm and I shudder. I almost always get at least a little shiver when I’m standing this close to Anise, because—well—she’s f*****g gorgeous. And even though we’re not together any
